“We always reserve a few for breeding,” he said;—“this one is just out of the cocoon, It cannot fly, of course: none of them can fly. . . . Now look at the eyebrows.”
I looked, and saw that the antennæ, very short and feathery, were so arched back over the two jewel-specks of eyes in the velvety head, as to give the appearance of a really handsome pair of eyebrows.
Then Niimi took me to see his worms.
In Niimi’s neighborhood, where there are plenty of mulberry-trees, many families keep silk worms;—the tending and feeding being mostly done by women and children. The worms are kept in large oblong trays, elevated upon light wooden stands about three feet high. It is curious to see hundreds of caterpillars feeding all together in one tray, and to hear the soft papery noise which they make while gnawing their mulberry-leaves. As they approach maturity, the creatures need almost constant attention. At brief intervals some expert visits each tray to inspect progress, picks up the plumpest feeders, and decides, by gently rolling them between forefinger and thumb, which are ready to spin. These are dropped into covered
